Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.